That’s seven 55-gallon bags, and that’s just the front yard. Still gotta bag the backyard.
I recently found out that my house is much older than I had thought. Now I’m convinced that it’s also haunted. This is what I saw when I got up this morning. The chair hadn’t been used in a couple days and the footrest was down. How did it pop up overnight? The lever that releases the footrest is something that takes effort to work. You can’t just bump into it and release the footrest, and there’s no way my pets could have done it.
Strange… and mysterious. o_O
I decided that no matter how tired I am, I’ll write at least one hundred words a day. That should prevent the train from going off the tracks. I like trains.
Goodnight.
Dug up trees today, to sell. Got home in time to watch the last quarter of the Michigan game. Watching the Red Wings now and having beer.
